I have been living

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I have been living

I have been living in a realm where

there is no love and nightmares

are the reality, it is a place filled with

demons of every shape, type, and

size where the darkness is the only

comfort for the dreams that die

living nowhere so the insanity of

the sain ones is not left behind,

I am just a player in costume and my

shadow knows all on the edge of

tomorrow where the selfish now

rule in a kingdom of yesterday's it is

where today no longer calls with

deep regret is what fills the ocean

that surrounds the bay of sorrow

where hope is a rumor that never

comes true and strength is the

measure for the king to let go of

as the queen is the true ruler who

hides away in his mind controlling

the meek like the flesh of who all

died where laughter is outlawed

and smiles are a sin as happiness

lost joy and the innocent end where

one's soul is held under by chains

of the heartfelt that no longer bleeds

or beats out the life that the light

needs to be where sunshine is

shining yet the light will not shine

lost in a cloud stuck between time

and the stars have all fallen down

from the night skies as there are

no more wishes as they too have

all died. Hidden among the many

who are locked out of life, I pray to

a ghost that hides now in the tidal

wave of darkness that grows as I

ride through the currents formed

from the tears of my own eyes that

fall day after day as it fades into

the night the more that I fight the

deeper I shall fail struggling in the

armor of the hopeless that is to

short for me to wear while armed

with the skeletons of a war once

won yet the battle lost to an army

of the forgotten forgiven and forsaken

in to hell where the trophies of long

past dead still remain for not a true

conformation of a love born from

hate with doors that once locked

now a wide open gate as the winds

of forever blow sands carried of the

date where fate is to late and the

story that never ends no matter

how many the ends have been

written and never will.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A Poet's Journey